Chapter 2 : Daniel
Rubbing his eyes before putting his glasses on, Daniel stepped in the hallway to the small open kitchen, his pace still unsteady from the good night's sleep. He spotted the muscular frame of his Jaffa friend on the couch. He was seated perfectly straight, skimming through the pages of the local newspaper's latest issue.
- Hey Teal'c !
- Daniel Jackson, he stated in his customary even tone.
- Slept ok ?
Teal'c looked up and bowed his head in response. Daniel stifled a heavy yawn and glanced at the fishing dock through the kitchen window.
- Where's Jack ? Sam not up yet ?
Daniel caught the movement in the corner of his eye : Teal'c's gaze had dropped on his paper again, somewhat faster than usual.
- I believe O'Neill is currently in the master bedroom with Colonel Carter.
Daniel's clouded brain suddenly clicked and his mouth opened and closed several times before he managed to actually get a sound out of it.
- ... Oh ?
Teal'c remained completely still, deeply engrossed in his reading.
- Oh. You sure ?
- Indeed I am, Daniel Jackson. I...
He raised his head briefly ; his expression was unreadable, but Daniel perceived the slight weariness in his voice.
- Heard them, he finished.
Daniel's eyebrows shot up.
Ow, poor thing. The mere thought of calling the warrior hero of the Jaffa Rebellion a "poor thing" made him wince a little, though he made his way towards the couch and patted him awkwardly on the shoulder in a comforting, there, there gesture.
- Ah... That must have been weird... Sorry. For you. Um...
Upon receiving a blank look and a single eyebrow lifting as a reaction, Daniel cleared his throat loudly and returned to the kitchen.
- I'm um... I'm gonna make coffee.
The corners of his mouth slowly quirked into an evil grin.
- Apparently they might need it, from what you're telling me.
- Indeed.
Teal'c's reply had came out in such a strained, exhausted sigh that Daniel had to firmly bite his tongue to prevent himself from bursting into peals of laughter.